"Hmm. That's not necessarily the case. It depends on my mood!" The man in the trench coat smiled wildly and evilly.
"You!" Chen Chen stared at the man fiercely, not letting go of any of his slight movements. But who knows, his hand has already been clenched into a fist before he knew it, and his fingertips were deeply dug into his flesh.
A slight sense of pain, accompanied by faintly pulsing veins, is transmitted to every nerve.
"Tell me, what is your purpose?" Zhan Yeche frowned slightly and asked calmly. But there was an irresistible power in it.
"The purpose?... It's very simple!" The man in the trench coat seemed to be declaring each of the ordinary things very easily, and slowly turned around and sat on the chair.
"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me, what is the purpose of this nonsense!" How could he feel at ease when he thought of Belle being tied up with ruthless ropes in such a dark corner, her petite face that could be broken by a pinch?
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"Well, it's just that... our boss has taken a liking to her, so she's lucky." The man in the trench coat clapped his hands lightly, with a look of leisurely contentment on his face.
"Blessed!? What a blessing! Then why did you ask us to come here!" Chen Chen said angrily. His face was unprecedentedly nervous. Back then, the only time something happened, he was not as panicked as he is now.
"That's it, let me tell you that our people are already in our hands! It's that simple." He smiled evilly, bent down slightly, and said in a vulgar manner, "So, you can go home."
"What!" Chen Chen was furious.
When he thought of some extremely wretched and sinister old man, or some pig man with a face full of pork and hands covered with layers of oil, attacking Belle, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.